A/N The image doesn't belong to me. I got it off Google Images
I want to just enjoy these few moments
But I can hear the clock chiming
Hands callously ticking
Unaware that its counting down to the day of our death
At least that's what I had always believed
However, when the time came
For my heart to slow
And blood to cease running
The clock kept ticking
That's when I realized
It was never counting down
To my death nor anyone else's
With or without you,
The hands will continue ticking
Because life always moves on
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Witching Hour: Lost in Thought
PoetryTitled "Witching Hour" because most of my poem ideas come to me way past midnight when I'm trying to sleep. The topics are pretty diverse, but there are definitely things I write about more often than others. Also If you don't like the first few...
